832: Ghost Army Charge

“Greetings to the Underworld King!”

Xia Yu and Mo Xuan, leading a group of Ghost Generals, bowed to Baili Ziyuan. The sound echoed through the skies like a massive torrent, carrying endless killing intent.

The icy killing intent, like an invisible cold tide, instantly suppressed the scalp-numbing shrieks of the insect sea, choking the clamorous battlefield.

The original noise on the battlefield seemed instantly severed by an invisible large hand, leaving only dead silence.

Tens of thousands of Nether Iron Cavalry stood silently before Baili Ziyuan. Their armor was chilling, their warhorses still, with only Soul Fire burning faintly in their hollow eye sockets, emitting a Soul-freezing chill.

That Soul Fire flickered like a weak candlelight in the darkness, yet it exuded a terrifying aura.

“Kill!”

Baili Ziyuan's voice was not loud, yet it pierced through the entire battlefield.

Ghost Army Commanders Xia Yu and Mo Xuan simultaneously pointed forward with their weapons, which were condensed from Soul Power. The Soul Power radiance on the weapons flared brightly, like two dazzling stars.

Boom!

The tens of thousands of Iron Cavalry, like an iceberg that had been silent for ten thousand years suddenly shattering, engulfed in death energy that froze all things, launched a decisive charge towards the boundless swarm of insects, which surged like a black tide of fury!

Their figures were like black lightning, cutting sharp arcs across the battlefield.

There were no shouts, no roars, only the cold metallic sound of armor plates rubbing together and the dull thud of hooves seeming to shatter the Void Realm, converging into a heart-stopping Nether torrent that slammed fiercely into that all-consuming darkness!

The moment of collision, a silent storm of destruction swept out.

The low-level flying insects charging at the forefront seemed to have collided with an invisible wall of dark, barbed ice.

The moment their tough carapaces touched the Nether Iron Cavalry's Soul Radiance, they emitted a faint sound like shattering porcelain. Immediately, their entire bodies froze and stiffened, then turned into scattered pale Ice Crystal Dust, fluttering down.

That Ice Crystal Dust fluttered down like snowflakes in the air, resembling a cold funeral.

Where the Iron Cavalry torrent passed, the black tide seemed to have been violently plowed by an invisible giant hand, leaving behind a pale path of death paved with insect corpses and ice crystals.

That path shimmered with cold light under the sun, appearing like a road leading to death.

“Heavens... this... is this the Army of the Dead?”

At this moment, the insect sea on the battlefield was like a surging black tide. Andre's proud Elemental Storm could only tear open momentary gaps within this endless insect sea.

The violent wind blades, scorching flames, and freezing frost were merely fleeting moments in the face of the dense swarm of insects.

However, this silent Nether Legion before them was forging a path with overwhelming force, taking neat and heavy steps.

They exuded a dense aura of death, as if they were fiends crawling out of the Abyss of the Underworld. Wherever they went, the air seemed to freeze.

“Freezing the Divine Soul---directly annihilating life force---”

Viktor, the leader of the Great Bear Alliance's Mental Energy Masters, had a grave expression that looked like it could drip water.

His brows were tightly furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead like ravines, and his eyes revealed deep worry.

His hands were slightly clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the effort, and the Mental Energy fluctuations around him were erratic, clearly indicating extreme unease.

“Is this his reliance? Great Xia... just how much hidden strength does it possess?”

The powerhouses of the Human Race were profoundly shaken. Their bodies involuntarily trembled slightly, and their eyes were filled with shock and awe.

Whether it was the Knights of the Round Table's shimmering golden Battle Qi—that Battle Qi resembling flowing gold and emitting a scorching radiance.

Or the energy radiance of other Alliance powerhouses, some like brilliant stars, others like magnificent rainbows.

Before this army forged purely from death and ice, they all seemed somewhat insignificant, like faint candlelight being arbitrarily blown by a fierce wind in the darkness.

“The Human Race certainly likes to hide its capabilities.”

In the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, a Demon Emperor covered in dark red, hard scales and shaped like a pangolin narrowed his vertical pupils, which flickered with a faint green light.

He let out a low, hoarse grunt. His voice seemed to come from a deep cave, carrying a chilling sensation.

The Great Demons surrounding him, whose eyes were originally arrogant and overbearing, now showed solemnity and apprehension for the first time.

The oppressive feeling brought by this Ghost Army was like an invisible giant boulder, heavily weighing on their hearts, even surpassing the surging insect tide.

And right within the torrent where the Ghost Army was carving through the insect sea, three immense streams of Soul Power suddenly erupted like comets tearing through the darkness!

That Soul Power was like layers of surging waves, one after another, constantly impacting the surrounding space.

The sheer might of it instantly forced the surrounding Nether Iron Cavalry back several steps, carving out three noticeable vacuum zones on the chaotic battlefield, as if three calm lakes had been opened up within surging waves.

The first stream of Soul Power was utterly domineering, carrying the will to crush everything!

That Ghost General was massive like a mountain. Every muscle was solid like steel, seemingly containing endless power.

He sat astride an unusually tall Nether Warhorse. The warhorse was pitch black, its four hooves thick and powerful. Its hooves struck the ground with a dull sound, as if the earth was trembling.

He wore Heavy Black-Gold Armor. The heavy armor shimmered with cold light, emitting a powerful aura.

He held a massive war halberd, terrifying in appearance and over ten feet long. The patterns on the war halberd resembled winding venomous snakes, seemingly recounting endless slaughter.

The face beneath his helmet was indistinct, with only a pair of eyes burning with crimson-gold Soul Flame, revealing arrogance and ferocity that scorned the world.

That Soul Flame rolled and leaped in his eyes like burning magma, as if it could erupt into raging fire at any moment.

“Those who block me shall die!”

The voice exploded like thunder, not spreading through the air, but booming directly within the Soul Seas of all creatures within several miles!

That sound echoed deep within the Soul like rolling spring thunder, making every creature tremble with fear. It was indeed Ghost General Xiang Yu!

The overlord halberd in his hand moved.

There were no fancy tricks, only the purest release of power! The muscles in his arm bulged like thick pythons as he forcefully swung the war halberd.

The enormous halberd blade sliced through the air, generating a visible, space-distorting, terrifying shockwave, like a destructive hurricane suddenly rising from flat ground!

Wherever the shockwave passed, space seemed to be wantonly kneaded by an invisible large hand, and twisted cracks appeared.

Boom—!

Wherever the halberd wind reached, within the forward fan-shaped area, whether it was the lowest-grade flying insects or the Siege Beetles whose bodies were comparable to giant elephants and whose carapaces shone with metallic luster, they were instantly pulverized by this unparalleled immense force!

Hard carapaces, tough limbs, and even Energy Sacs that hadn't had time to explode were all turned into the finest dust by this utterly domineering strike, fluttering down like a golden rain.